Painted wood panel with collage, 9 x 8.5 inches.Last night I dreamt I was carrying this huge soft duffle bag with all the fixings for a holiday dinner sliding around inside. I am talking several roasted turkeys, a pig carcass, platters of cranberry sauce, and plates of china. For a while my father-in-law and I were in a car driving curvy wet roads, but then, when the roads got too flooded and I saw cars jack knifed on the sides, we continued traveling on foot. The bag was heavy and my feet were underwater. My father-in-law kept loosing his watch and I had to pause to find it and re-strap it on his wrist. I crossed huge bridges without railings and worked at not slipping into the oncoming traffic lanes. Once at a terminal I had to tread carefully up a small waterfall, push my father-in-law up ahead of me and place the suitcase on a conveyer belt for an Xray machine. At that point I was cut off by a pack of asian tourists. And I watched my father-in-law, up ahead, sail through the lines and never look back. The fate of the holiday rested on my shoulder strap.
I love your story behind this painting! Your work is incredible. I've often thought of painting stuff that I'd dreamt about.....now you've inspired me. Thankyou!
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It's possible- but also can veer into the weird. Good luck and keep me posted!
ReplyDeleteMaura- your pastry fridge with "feet' sure looks like a dream!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting dream. Maybe subconsciously you see your father in law as some kind of impediment to your progress.
ReplyDeleteI LOL about the pack of Asian tourists.
Carol- you are no doubt right on target- though that wasn't so clear to me at first...it rings kind'a true.
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